Whispers Behind the Glass
Julian D’Aurelius pushed open the door to his personal cabin.
A huge room stretched out, taking up almost an entire level just for one person. Right in the middle sat a lengthy walnut desk, its surface gleaming softly under light spilling down from a hanging chandelier. Backing the workspace, shelves ran wall to wall, stacked with old leather books, stacks of business papers, plus so odd antiques handed down by his grandfather - who claid they added depth, whatever that ant
Beneath him, a Persian rug muffled the cold marble underfoot. Off to one side, a compact lounge featured a dark leather couch, along with a glass decanter resting nearby. On the opposite edge, tucked away, sat a personal bathroom combo - handy when hours passed without pause.
The real highlight? That huge glass wall stretching from floor to ceiling.
Out there, Valemont’s edge rose sharp against the sky - tall tal spires cutting into the clouds. Threads of cars moved far off, glinting under light that poured down slow and warm. Gold-like rays spread wide over rooftops, painting everything still.
One step at a ti, Julian moved ahead, fingers tugging free the small tal buttons on his sleeves before settling into the chair behind the desk.
Liza Voss stepped inside behind him, soft on her feet. The door shut slow, guided by steady hands.
He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin.
She stood before him.
Still.
Professional.
Her long black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, framing her delicate oval face. Her black eyes were clear yet guarded. The fitted business suit emphasized her narrow waist and subtle curves. Her legs were straight and toned, posture elegant but not rigid.
In terms of appearance—
She was easily a ninety-five out of a hundred.
[Sigh, this girl is really pretty. Elegant. Delicate. The kind that makes you want to protect her.]
[But... sigh... why is she an A cup? If by chance we got married, wouldn’t my child starve?]
[If only we could split half of Fira’s and give it to her.]
Liza’s expression flickered.
Was she imagining that voice?
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Julian smiled casually. "If you have any questions when you start working, just ask . I’m very kind to girls. Don’t be nervous."
She stared at him for a second longer than necessary.
Kind?
Then—
The cabin door burst open.
Fira leaned against the doorway dramatically.
"Young Master Julian~"
Julian tilted his head. "Yes, my dear Fira?"
She flipped her short hair and stepped inside. "I’m heading to the advertising departnt for the new product campaign."
She leaned slightly against the doorfra.
"So, Young Master Julian, I’ll be leaving now. Do you have ti to co to my house for dinner tonight? I bought a bottle of red wine and want to drink it with you."
Her tone was sweet. Playful.
Julian chuckled softly.
"I have plans tonight."
Fira pouted exaggeratedly. "It’s Young Master Julian rejecting ?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I’ll invite you next ti."
She laughed, blew him an overly dramatic flying kiss, and spun away.
"Don’t forget !"
Her heels clicked down the hallway as her giggle faded.
Julian shook his head, amused.
Happy staff, loyal staff.
Loyal staff, efficient company.
Perfect.
He glanced at Liza.
She stood still—but her gaze had shifted.
Interesting.
He opened his computer and clicked on a business docunt.
Then suddenly—
His fingers froze on the keyboard.
Liza Voss?
[Wait. Liza Voss? Isn’t she the spy that idiot Evan sent?]
[Damn it. I was too busy teasing Fira and almost forgot.]
[It must be her. Pretty. A cup. Has to be her.]
Liza’s hand tightened slightly at her side.
Her pulse quickened.
He knew?
And why did he keep ntioning her size?!
Could this man have any decency?
She forced herself to breathe evenly.
Calm down.
Don’t react.
The Obsidian Wing’s internal records were sealed at the highest level. As one of the eight warlords, her identity should be untouchable.
There were other A cups in the world.
Right?
"Calm down," she told herself internally.
"Don’t act rashly."
She softened her expression and asked gently, "Young Master Julian, is there anything you need to do?"
"Make a pot of tea first."
Julian spoke casually, eyes never leaving the screen.
As she moved to prepare the tea, Julian’s thoughts continued.
[You want secret information, right?]
[I’ll give it to you.]
[I’ll make sothing just convincing enough.]
Liza’s jaw tightened slightly.
Did he think she was stupid?
She was not just a fighter—she was a top-tier hacker.
Evan had sent her specifically because she could penetrate any corporate firewall.
Julian began typing quickly, altering data fields, adjusting projections, shifting numbers subtly enough to look authentic.
After finishing, he printed the docunt and slipped it into a file folder.
He placed it on the desk.
"Liza, take this docunt to Director Jin in the business departnt."
"Okay."
She handed him the tea.
Their fingers brushed briefly.
There was disdain in her eyes.
He noticed.
She picked up the folder.
[Baiting with a hook, huh?]
[Haha. Keep this fake one.]
[There will be more in the coming days.]
[Take them back. Ruin Evan with them.]
Liza paused mid-step.
Her breath hitched.
[But this is also for your own good.]
[Helping you take revenge.]
[He is your real enemy.]
[Our D’Aurelius household once did your father a favor.]
[Don’t repay kindness with hatred.]
Her hand trembled.
The Obsidian King... her real enemy?
The D’Aurelius family did a favor for her father?
That was impossible.
Her father died years ago in a "mission accident."
That was what she had been told.
Wasn’t it?
Her throat felt dry.
She forced herself to walk toward the door, maintaining composure.
But inside—
Sothing cracked.
If what he was thinking was true—
Then everything she believed might be a lie.
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